Free Michele Zurlo by Letting Go 2: Stepping Stones Page B

lit the areas that were too far from the mountainous fire to benefit from its glow. The dark water stretched endlessly eastward. This beach would look beautiful bathed in the morning light, but just now the sun was setting on the opposite side of the island.
    “It’s incredible.” She watched the other guests milling around to see what they planned to do with the tripods, but everyone seemed to be ignoring them.
    Jonas sniffed appreciatively. “I love the smell of fresh barbecue. Hungry?”
    After a day spent on the water, she could probably out-eat him. “Ravenous.”
    They snagged paper plates, but Jonas took hers and put it underneath his. “You won’t need this.”
    Feeding one another never failed to lead to sensuous activities, even when it wasn’t the intention. Many times Jonas had asked her to taste a dish when he messed with the recipe. They’d frequently ended up ordering out because the dinner had burned when they snuck away for a quickie.
    But she was too hungry to think about sex just now. She was tempted to argue, but she remembered her promise to be submissive and kept quiet. Where that action would normally have made her feel anxious, she felt only peace now. Her life was in Jonas’s hands, and she trusted him completely.
    Together they selected items for the plate. Jonas piled the chipped pork and spareribs high, stacking them on top of steamed vegetables and a baked potato. He held her hand as he led her to an unoccupied bench. They sat, straddling the bench to face each other.
    Jonas placed the plate of food between them and stabbed the single fork into the barbecue-slathered mess. Sabrina eyed it hungrily. She wanted to ask if he expected her to feed him or the other way around, but she held the question in check.
    “Open your dress at the top so I can see your breasts.”
    The firelight gave her skin a red-orange glow, but it didn’t show much, so she reasoned it was safe. Reaching to one side of her waist, she untied one of the strings holding it together. The bench caught the bottom half of the fabric and kept it from falling completely away. Then she tugged the string on the other side of her waist. The dress fell open enough for her to see her breasts when she looked down. She tucked it away from her chest just to make sure Jonas got the view he wanted.
    He regarded her appreciatively. “Beautiful. Simply perfect.”
    A man in love had a warped perception of beauty. Sabrina might have voiced that opinion, but the raw admiration in his tone gave her pause. If she argued now, she would likely face a punishment. They hadn’t discussed it outright, but she knew him well enough to assume he’d added that element to this experiment.
    He picked up a short rack of ribs and held them out to her.
    She wanted to hold them with a napkin, but he hadn’t provided one. Hunger drove her to forget manners. If he wanted her sticky fingerprints all over his body later, so be it. She accepted the messy ribs. “Thank you.”
    Silence reigned for several minutes while she devoured the ribs. When she went to suck the sauce from her fingertips, Jonas grabbed her wrist. He nailed her with a fierce look. “Mine.”
    He cleaned her fingers with his mouth. His tongue laved heat and his teeth scraped her skin. Her breath caught. Now that her stomach wasn’t empty, another hunger was growing.
    She pried his fingers from her wrist and licked his fingers the same way he licked hers. Before long, he leaned close and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He swept into her mouth and mastered the moment.
    Then he sat back and picked up a piece of steamed zucchini. “Open your dress the rest of the way.”
    She pulled the material back so that it hung from the thin straps on her shoulders. Her entire front side was revealed to his gaze. He could see the rise and fall of her breasts, the pebbled tips of her nipples, and the reflection of the firelight from the moisture in her bare pussy.
    He fed her slowly, pausing to